The labrynth was more than a maze. This was not a fun game. It was to be honest beyond brutal. Her mind felt ready to shut down but she truly dared not. Cassie knew if she hesitated she would not survive. He was following her, this thing, not a man nor animal. A shade as old as life, something or someone who did not recognise time, space or even walls or floors. If he caught her maybe her fate would be that of her friends, those she held dear but who now were empty lifeless shells bereft of even the glimmer of what once was their souls.
She looked around in what should have been terror, but now Cassie had no thoughts of flight, now fight had took hold of her, but a fight with no panic left, just calm acceptance. His powers against her skill and whatever else this new strength within her seemed to herald.
She drew her sword and faced him. She new him, recognised his gait. This was no man, this was no demon, this was “the” reaper she faced. She stood calmly and stared into his face, she looked beyond his eyes and found it, she saw the seed of Death himself, and now knew she could truly win.